Sunday, October 5, 2008

consistent rain in the northwest is no surprise, but it has definitely put a halt on the solid flow of work i had available outside. the hill's just too steep and wet now to be able to work on, let alone stand on.

i wish i had an awesome story to tell of a new street corner or sunset, but i don't. not from today.

on days like today, i remember phrases still fasted in my memory from high school composition- also ones that i've probably quoted earlier before.

"the day is cold, and dark, and dreary;it rains, and the wind is never weary;the vine still clings to the moldering wall,but at every gust the dead leaves fall,and the day is dark and dreary.

my life is cold, and dark, and dreary;it rains, and the wind is never weary;my thoughts still cling to the moldering past,but the hopes of youth fall thick in the blastand the days are dark and dreary.

be still, sad heart! and cease repining;behind the clouds is the sun still shining;thy fate is the common fate of all,into each life some rain must fall,some days must be dark and dreary."

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